a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

akaburnzyy - top popped lyrics

[intro]
you can call me nick, and by the way, i let that cannon pop
if you want the static, then a n+gga getting milly rocked
i ain’t wanna lie, just respect and little guap
can’t f+ck with a n+gga wear a dress and a fitted top

[verse 1]
oh, man, don’t get me started up, yeah, you done got me started, uh
pedal to the metal, b+tch, don’t make me get my throttle up
do you like kid cudi, man, don’t make me get my bottle, bruh
can’t let you to the top ’cause you accept that you a bottom, bruh
like i don’t want problems, but, like, we can get it started, bruh
leave your ass departed like you flying out in charlotte, bruh
i know you ain’t ’bout, but my n+ggas they get rowdy, bruh
me and all my ‘migos taking off ’cause you know we ’bout to
[chorus]
pop off on a n+gga who ain’t like me
i don’t wanna be you, but you would be just like me
pop off on a n+gga if he talking sh+t
can’t play me like it’s soccer like, b+tch, i’m real madrid
pop off on a n+gga now i’m angry
thinking that you gucci, but you just not that fancy
pop off on a n+gga who ain’t like me
b+tch, you don’t like who? b+tch, you don’t like me

[verse 2]
hold up, you is not me, please shut the f+ck up, uh
bro, don’t even like me, that’s kinda f+cked up
i’m tripping off this red how i’m screaming “f+ck love”
i’m acting how i’m acting ’cause i’m so f+cked up, wait
getting to my paper, i’ma act stuck up, huh
you ain’t really balling, p+ssy boy, don’t buck up
a cat got nine lives and you on your last one
i’m living to forget, i’m twenty living twenty+one
like oh sh+t, i’m popping, and, oh sh+t, you flopping
jack up in my hand and these hoes be drip dropping
topping all these charts, your girl giving ode top and
screaming like she ice cream, my nuts her favorite topping

[chorus]
pop off on a n+gga who ain’t like me
i don’t wanna be you, but you would be just like me
pop off on a n+gga if he talking sh+t
can’t play me like it’s soccer like, b+tch, i’m real madrid
pop off on a n+gga now i’m angry
thinking that you gucci, but you just not that fancy
pop off on a n+gga who ain’t like me
b+tch, you don’t like who? b+tch, you don’t like me
[outro: don mclennon]
wanna motivate you in the afternoon
top+shelf money, that’s my new perfume
twist it up, light the end and inhale the fumes
i’m the one that zoom+ zoom+

- akaburnzyy lyrics

Random Lyrics

HOT LYRICS